So quiet the land –
the lanes, the paths
the leafy glades.
Where in the air
viral shadow evades
surgeon scalpel blades.
Corona cripples cursed confused countries,
Crying out for medicine and medicals.
Rage against a parasite
That Earth itself has sent.
Covid 19 coursing, carousing, carelessly carefree
through the blood of this us –
This dominant species.
Powerless to prevent
As we carelessly collectively collect on corners.
Will we die of ignorance?
Or heedlessness ?
And as smoke rises from the ashes
of what is left of us
like a
mad mocking double helix
of the virus
that claimed
us…
How we will move on?
© Alison Hramiak
23rd March 2020
WILDsound Festival 